Shortly after Justice left, Gordon woke up as well. He'd barely slept half an hour, but already felt much more refreshed.
He splashed his face with cold water, then made his way to the desk in his office. There were still fifteen minutes before one o'clock, so Gordon logged into Imperial Ascent.
He wanted to check if Phyllis had made any progress on the puzzle he'd left in [Phantom].
But Phyllis hadn't been online since the day before.
A flicker of disappointment crossed Gordon's face.
He rubbed his temples, then picked up the book lying on his desk: *Strolling Down Wall Street*. He flipped to the page he'd left off at last time.
Had Justice been there, he would have been shocked to discover that this was no finance book at all, but rather a rebranded copy of *The Straight Guy's Guide to Flirting*.
Gordon read carefully.
*"Gentlemen, remember: If you've added a woman's number, don't forget to keep updating your social media so she can keep track of what you're up to. Sharing is the best way to show you care. Plus, if she likes you, she'll definitely give you a like!"*
Sharing is the best way to show you care?
What kind of nonsense is that?
He almost laughed out loud.
As if he'd ever post on social media!
He never posted.
Yet, closing the book, Gordon wandered over to the floor-to-ceiling window. It was winter in Rosenthal; outside, the world was blanketed in white, and from up here, every detail of the stunning landscape lay at his feet.
A few seconds later, he pulled out his phone, snapped a picture, and shared it to his social feed with the caption:
*"One day, and it feels like I've lived through both winter and summer."*
He'd barely pressed send before there was a knock on the door. His secretary's respectful voice followed, "Sir, the president and representative of KD Group are waiting for you in the conference room."
"Got it. Tell them to wait a moment. I'll be there in three minutes." Gordon made sure his post had gone through before putting away his phone.
Exactly three minutes later, he walked into the conference room.
During the meeting, KD's president, Carmichael, and their representative, Laird, couldn't help but notice that Gordon seemed a bit… different today. Every five or six minutes, he'd check his phone—and each time, his expression grew darker.
Gordon was known for his frosty demeanor as it was, but after a few rounds of this, the tension in the room became almost suffocating.
Carmichael and Laird began to sweat beneath their collars. Had they said something wrong? Was Master Ninth dissatisfied?
What were they supposed to do now?

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever